of dads and sons and bands

i think i'm about to make an ass of myself. i really don't care. i'm not pissed off or anything, just put out with this post today thanks to nashvilleistalking.

it seems that this guy ryan was very recently divorced from his wife and is moving across the country. now, i don't know ryan, nor do i regularly read his blog. i know nothing about him other than what i read today. knowing nothing of his circumstance, i won't make judgements about him. but i will take issue with something he said. here's what set me off :

I embrace the mere thought of reconnection, independence, and responsibility...I look forward to introspection and nothingness. To crassness and conviction. To experience. Fucking Christ, how I have missed experience.

ryan has a son named emerson that he loves dearly. i don't know how old emerson is, but i'd guess he's about the same age as i was when my parents split up. my dad wanted to experience things too, i'm sure. to be out from underneath the burden of a wife and kids.

you know what i wanted? i wanted my dad. i wanted to play catch. i wanted to be like the other kids. i wanted experience, too. with him.

you know what he wants now? experience. to see me play a show. to have experienced my growing up - to teach me to drive, to shave, to see my first date. he wishes he'd been there for those experiences. he'd trade in all the ones that he had for all the ones he missed. too bad, so sad. we both lose.

i hope when ryan's older that he can fix his relationship with his son like my dad did with me. actually, i hope it doesn't get messed up in the first place. but i have a hard time believing that he has to go across the country for experiences. my guess is there are plenty to go around right there in his old house.

so there. i think divorce is stupid and that dads & moms are supposed to work things out and that kids are forever the ones getting fucked over in this deal. does that make me an ass?